It turns out that this Wu Jungong is Wu Weiye!

Zheng Hao was stunned.

The love entanglement between Wu Weiye and Bian Yujing lasted for decades, and it was not over until Bian Yujing's death of incense.

But until Bian Yujing died, the two finally failed to have a lover and finally became married.

I have to say that Bian Yujing is indeed deeply rooted in his love for Wu Weiye, and his infatuation will not change.

Zheng Hao only remembered that according to historical records, shouldn't Wu Weiye and Bian Yujing's acquaintance be two or three years later? Why did it come early?

He was a little apprehensive now.

He was worried that Wu Weiye, his fateful rival, would fall in love with Bian Yujing again and win Bian Yujing's heart.

"It turned out to be Wumei Village!" Zheng Hao nodded and said indifferently.

"Brother Hao, does he also know about Wu Meicun?" Bian Yujing asked.

"I've heard someone talk about him, but I don't know much about him." Zheng Hao said.

"I have read his poetry collections, they are very well written, they are talented and majestic, and they can really be regarded as the great poets I have counted." Bian Yujing Road.

Zheng Hao thought about it for a while, and he found that Wu Weiye's really famous works seemed to be made after the death of the Ming Dynasty.

Dacheng works such as "Round Song" and "Listening to the Female Taoist Bian Yujing Playing the Piano Song" were all created during the Qing Dynasty.

The current Wu Weiye is just a small talent, and he has not yet become a big climate.

Moreover, Wu Weiye is already a thirty-year-old uncle-level figure. The beard is unshaven and his face is wrinkled.

Can't you fight him?

Thinking of this, Zheng Hao was already at ease. He still doesn't believe it, he has a preconceived idea, and he has occupied a prominent position in Bian Yujing's heart, even if Wu Weiye comes over now, he shouldn't be able to stir up too many ripples in Bian Yujing's heart!

Wu Weiye, a timid and fearful "scumbag", will never be able to compete with him!

Thinking of this, he smiled indifferently and said, "Well, listening to what Brother Yujing said, I am very interested in this Wumei Village." ”

Bian Yujing's eyes were kind, he glanced at Zheng Hao, and laughed out loud.

"Brother Hao, it seems that you are a little hostile to Wu Meicun." Bian Yujing said softly.

A woman's heart is really sharp.

I actually noticed it for her.

Zheng Hao said: "How can this be? I have never known Wu Meicun in my life, why is there hostility? ”

Zheng Hao tried his best to hide his inner thoughts.

"Actually, I think that Wu Meicun's talent is still a little worse than Brother Hao, Brother Hao is so young, he can already fill in such good words, if he puts more effort into poetry in the future, the future will be limitless!" Bian Yujing said with a chuckle.

The two were talking and laughing, but they heard the little guy downstairs shouting: "Your guest has arrived!" ”

"It's Wumei Village, they're here. Let's go down and meet you. Bian Yujing said to Zheng Hao.

"Okay!" Zheng Hao nodded.

The two of them went downstairs together.

This time, it was still Bian Yujing who took the initiative to hold Zheng Hao's hand. Her little hands are smooth and soft, holding them in her hands like this, and the fragrance of beauty lingers on the tip of her nose, but it makes Zheng Hao's heart ripple for a while.

In this era when men and women don't kiss, it is also a rare happiness to be able to walk hand in hand with a big beauty.

It's no wonder why ancient scholars were so obsessed with dusty women.

Because it is only with the women of the wind and dust that they can feel the romantic atmosphere of free love that makes them obsessed.

The two came down hand in hand, but saw three men coming to the shore.

It is Wu Meicun, Mao Bijiang, and Zhou Shimao.

The three of them saw Zheng Hao and Bian Yujing holding hands, looking very intimate, and they were all slightly stunned. Because it seems that this kind of situation of a man and a woman holding hands in front of outsiders is too rare.

Even with his wife and concubine, he rarely holds hands to meet guests.

Because this is too Meng Lang, it will be criticized.

Seeing these three people, Zheng Hao let go of Bian Yujing's hand, and arched his hand towards Mao Bijiang and Zhou Shimao: "Brother Bijiang, Brother Shimao, don't come to harm!" ”

"Brother Zheng Xian, you have been in the limelight these days, and everyone is spreading about how you helped Master Cheng to cut off the vicious Xu Li by thunderbolt! I can't imagine that you are so calm and resolute at such a young age, and you can get rid of the traitor Chang Bin, who does all kinds of evil, and the fathers and elders of this county are all grateful to you! Zhou Shimao arched his hand towards Zheng Hao and said.

"When I first saw the virtuous brother, I knew that he was not an idle person, and he would definitely rise to the top and become the pillar of the country in the future! After the wind and rain that has just passed in Wuxi City, I am even more convinced of this! Mao Bijiang also said with a smile.

Only Wu Meicun and Zheng Hao didn't know each other, they just stood aside and smiled slightly, and didn't speak.

"Three gentlemen, please come aboard!" Bian Yujing invited.

The three of them stepped on the gangplank and walked up to the bow of the boat, came to the second floor of the painting boat and sat down at the table, and a small maid sent delicious food and wine.

Mao Bijiang said to Wu Meicun: "Meicun, solemnly introduce to you, this is Zheng Hao, who is only thirteen years old this year, but his writing is brilliant, his painting skills are superb, and he can be described as a double masterpiece of poetry and painting!" ”

Subsequently, Mao Bijiang introduced Wumei Village to Zheng Hao.

Wu Meicun smiled at Zheng Hao and said, "Long admire the name of the virtuous brother!" That Tang Duoling of yours. I've read Yongliu, every word is very moving, I like it very much! ”

Zheng Hao also responded with a smile: "Brother Meicun, I have admired you for a long time, and I have read your poems a lot, and I admire my brother's talent!" ”

It's a mutual flattery.

However, Wu Weiye's poems, Zheng Hao is most familiar with the round song.

"Chong Guan is angry and red-faced", Wu Sangui became the leading party of the Manchu Qing Dynasty for Chen Yuanyuan, and the Ming Dynasty collapsed. This history written in the round song is too famous.

He hasn't read much of his other poems, Zheng Hao.

"Meicun has recently had a new work, but it is recited everywhere in Jiangnan!" Zhou Shimao said at this time.

Zhou Shimao shook his head and began to recite:

"The stone wall is in danger, and the river is fighting.

Zeng Wenfei will be on the top, and the sunset will be opened. ”

Zhou Shimao finished reading it with emotion, and said with a smile: "This "Quarry Rock" is really very flavorful, and such an imposing poem can only be written by Mei Village, I will never do it." ”

Zheng Hao really hadn't read this poem before, he said in his heart, this poem is very ordinary, just depicting the danger of the terrain of the quarry rock and the momentum of the mighty river. The last sentence points to the founding of the Ming Dynasty, the general Chang Yuchun captured the deeds of the quarry, in order to satirize the withering of state affairs at the end of the Ming Dynasty.

"Brother Hao, I see you frowning lightly, do you have any different opinions?" Bian Yujing, who was sitting next to Zheng Hao, had been paying attention to the changes on his face, and she saw Zheng Hao pouting rather disdainfully, so she asked.

"Brother Zheng Xian, please give me a lot of advice!" Wu Weiye also arched his hand towards Zheng Hao.

Wu Weiye was a little displeased.

He has been famous for his poetry since he was a child, and by the time he was in his twenties, his poetry was already a sensation in Jiangnan. He is also quite proud of his poetic talent. How dare this yellow-mouthed kid despise himself?

Zheng Hao took a deep breath and secretly examined himself: It's still too emotional! It's easy to offend people in this way.